Opening her bedroom door, Adelaide walked across the hall into the bathroom… turning the faucet on.  She rinsed James under warm water for a few seconds, turning her wrist as she doused him on all sides.  Drying him quickly in the towel hanging on the wall, she returned to her room.

            Stepping over to her bed, she stuffed the naked, inch-tall man deep within her pillowcase, underneath her pillow.  She then exited her room as she grabbed her phone and car keys… going down the hall and proceeding to walk down the stairs.

            Her mother, moving up the stairs, demanded, “Where is James?”

            “I’m going out,” the teen said, passing her mother.

            “I asked you a question, young lady.”

            Adelaide turned as she neared the front door.  “Oh — you mean the stepdad I shrunk down to itty-bitty size?  The little Jim who is now as weak as he is small?  He’s upstairs.  He shouldn’t be that hard to find.”

            The teen walked out the door as Karen ran up to the second floor.  She went down the hall, and seeing her daughter’s door wide open, she entered.

            James, still struggling to free himself from his stepdaughter’s pillowcase, heard a booming voice like that of a goddess, possessing a sensual and naturally seductive quality.  “James?  It’s me, Karen…  Addie went somewhere, so it’s safe to come out.”

            “Karen, I’m in here!” he shouted.  “In Adelaide’s pillow!”

            Her husband’s miniature voice too muffled under the pillow, the 34-year-old woman proceeded to look about her daughter’s room.  “Come out, James...” she called.  “I know this is your fetish to be tiny… but don’t forget you’re still an adult, and you shouldn’t hide from your wife.”

            James knew he must be close to discovering the exit.  He had been crawling endlessly in one direction.  And then he poked his hands out through the satin fabric.  “Finally… I’m free.”

            Having looked along all the shelves near the floor, behind the dresser and the nightstand, Karen got down on her knees and peeked under her daughter’s bed.  Her eyes scanning for any tiny movement, she said impatiently, “This is ridiculous, James.  I don’t have time for your little hide-and-seek.  A woman’s husband should be at least taller than the level of her breasts… and you are far shorter than my ankles… barely taller than my toes.”

            James lost his balance as the bed suddenly quaked, his eyes looking up as the titanic, curvaceous form of his wife sat down.  Holy shit.  Karen is huge.  She hasn’t seen me yet.  This is my chance.  He began to sprint across the vast, pink bedspread.  He saw his wife’s athletic thigh, her powerful hamstring and quadriceps muscles rising up erotically, wearing her khaki shorts which hugged her ass closely.  If I can just get into her shorts pocket....

            And then his wife abruptly stood up.  James tumbled as the bed shook, his gaze then returning toward his wife as he watched her walking out of the room.  “Wait!” he shouted.  “Karen, I’m still on the bed!”

            He breathed out.  I should have tried to get her attention right away.  But no… I had to play James Bond and try to sneak into her pocket without her noticing.  He walked over to the edge of the bed… looking down.  Great.  It’s just like the shrinking stories I read online.  You want to have sex with your giantess wife only to be thwarted by the height of a bed.

            Determined like never before, James began to carefully climb down the pink blanket, his tiny hands gripping the cotton material, his feet giving him a controlled, measured descent.  Okay… just don’t look down.  James looked down.  Oh shit.  He closed his eyes for a moment, and then continued downward.  After a minute, he reached the end of the blanket’s reach, just a few inches from the hardwood of his stepdaughter’s bedroom floor.  He released his hands without even thinking — landing hard on his side.

            James got up, nursing his shoulder, as he started to jog toward the door.  He picked up his pace, soon turning into an all-out sprint.  It took about a minute to run the short distance, but he finally neared the exit.  The doorway’s opening was 180 feet wide.  Suddenly, he saw his wife’s bare foot as she stepped less than 12 inches from his position.  BOOM!! … BOOM! … BOOM! … BOOM … Boom … Boom … She walked down the hallway, saying, “Well, James is not in the bathroom.  Maybe he’s hiding in our bedroom somewhere.”

            He craned his neck as he observed his skyscraper-sized wife.  She walked elegantly… her long, strong legs rising above 200 feet, her tight butt and wide hips swaying as she moved.  Both his wife and stepdaughter had amazing, shapely legs to die for… the kind that a guy with a shrinking fetish would crave to climb and climb… and climb some more.  James fell to his knees, beginning to stroke his developing erection.  No.  No.  I can’t jerk off here.  I have to get closer.  Much closer.

            He watched Karen disappear… far, far away into their bedroom down the hall.  He started to run across the hallway’s tan carpeting.  The width of the hall was nearly the distance of a football field… to travel to his and Karen’s room was no small feat for an inch-tall man.  But he knew the rewards of perseverance and he sprinted as quickly as his legs would carry him.

            As he ran, the wind against his face, he was in awe that this was the same house he had lived in for the past six months.  The ceiling appeared impossibly high… higher than the sky itself it seemed… and all the walls were mind-boggling distances apart, rising to great heights not meant for mere men of shrunken statures.  No, this was the house of two female colossuses.  His wife and stepdaughter were the true owners of this towering cathedral, a testament to their gargantuan beauty and magnificent power.

            He recalled the time years ago before he and Karen got married, after they had been dating for several months.  He had been so unbearably nervous about opening up and sharing his shrinking fetish for the first time.  To his relief, she was totally comfortable with it.  She didn’t share his enthusiasm as he had hoped for, but at least she had not dumped him on the spot.  To the contrary, they made out on the sofa in his apartment for the next half-hour… and he caressed her silky, athletic legs… driving his libido crazy.

            Almost there… he thought, as he struggled to catch his breath.  Come on, I can do it.  And then finally, he entered the bedroom of his wife.  The room was beyond immense.  A football stadium he considered to be immense.  A dozen stadiums could fit onto the floor of that one room, and another two dozen above that.

            His eyes took in the enormous dark dresser along the wall that his wife used, and the spacious, walk-in closet with her clothes and shoes.  His gaze rose to the king-size bed in the center of the room, and the dark-blue bedspread.  He saw the sensual curve of his wife’s hip as she lay on her side on their bed, her back to him.  She must have gotten sick of looking for little me.  That’s no surprise.  She quickly loses interest in things she considers to be beneath her.  And I certainly qualify as being ‘beneath’ her.

            James looked at the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed, the place he and Karen would put on their shoes in the morning.  Yes.  A way up to my fantasies coming true.

            He sprinted for another minute, finally arriving at the wooden leg of the seat.  He paused to catch his breath and then began the journey upward, feeling thankful that it had a grooved design, ideal for inch-tall men to climb.  Karen thought I was silly choosing to buy a piece of furniture based on how it fit into my shrinking fantasies.  But who’s silly now, huh?  I’m a genius.

            He grunted as he fought to make his way up the 100-foot climb.  He made good progress for the first few minutes… making it past the halfway point.  Oh, this is so hard…I give up…  My fetish had a good run — but now it’s over.  No!  No!  I must keep climbing.  James Bond wouldn’t give up when he’s so close to getting sex with a giantess-sized Bond girl.  I’ll do this for you, James… but mostly for me.

            “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, finally climbing onto the top of the seat.  He jogged over to the dark-blue blanket, now easily in his reach.  With little trouble, he made it the rest of the way on top of the bed.

            “Oh… wow… fucking wow…” he uttered, seeing his wife’s curvy 400-foot-long body extending like a mountain range down the length of the bed… the seductive curves of her legs and hips rising provocatively.  He grabbed his dick in his hand and started jacking off.  Oh, yes…I’m in heaven.  I can’t believe I’m married to her.

            He looked at his wife’s exquisite bare feet… her cute, dainty toes were longer than he was tall.  He walked along the bed as he approached his wife’s feet.  Then reaching out, he touched the smooth skin along the front of her foot, the top part over her arch.  Suddenly, her foot shifted, moving 20 yards back in an instant as the toes of her other foot rubbed the place he had just touched. Whoa… I better be careful.  Like really careful.

            He walked on the bed’s surface following the path of Karen’s legs.  His erection in his hand, he fondled himself as he admired the soft contours of the woman’s strong calves.  Her tan, silky-smooth skin was like a landscape all its own… a feminine bodyscape most voluptuous and muscular.

            Oh, God… don’t ejaculate yet.  I have to slow my hand down.  He looked off in the distance past his wife’s knee.  I can make it to Karen’s pussy.  If I go up onto her shorts, she may not sense me climbing on her.

            James began to jog, his eyes in disbelief, mesmerized as he observed the transition from his wife’s calves… to her knees… to her powerful, sculpted thighs.  Oh shit.  I feel myself getting ready to unload my cum.  He came to the spot where Karen’s bare legs changed to the khaki of her shorts, high up her thigh.  He carefully climbed aboard his titanic wife.  Her body was facing toward him, her pelvis off to his right… her abdomen just beyond that.

            Climbing up Karen’s shorts along her thigh, James thought, How am I going to get inside?  Maybe I could slip under the leg opening.  Probably easier than climbing to her waist, and making the trek back down.

            All of sudden, the gigantic body underneath him moved like an enormous earthquake.  James tumbled down his wife’s thigh… landing on the bed’s surface between her legs.  Checking that he was all right, he stood up and gazed upon the crotch area of his wife’s shorts.  He began to stroke his cock more quickly.

            The bed shifted again, and the booming voice of his wife sounded above his head.  “James!  What are you doing down there?”

            He found himself being raised up as Karen held his shoulders between her thumb and the tip of her index finger… lifting him high before her gorgeous face.  She brushed her dark hair behind her left ear, saying in surprise, “Are you… masturbating?”

            “Can’t talk now, honey… I’m reaching climax.  Oh, yes!  Yes, please keep looking directly at me like that.  It’s so hot seeing your face so humongous.”

            “Oh, James…” she said, continuing to hold him in front of her blue eyes.  “I know you’re having fun with this whole ‘my daughter shrunk you to an inch’ thing.  You have a fetish.  I get it.  But this is very serious.  We have to figure out a way to convince Addie to make you normal-size again.”

            “Ohhhh… yes… ” James moaned.

            “Did you hear what I said?  Are you listening to me?  Oh, geez… you’re still masturbating even while we’re having a conversation.”

            “Yeah, yeah, honey… I totally agree…” he said, ejaculating.

            “You agree with what exactly?”

            “With… uh… that part that you said,” he replied, continuing to reach incredible orgasm after incredible orgasm.  “That one part that… you know.”

            “I see.  Are you about done there, James?  I’m not going to hold you like this in front of my face forever.”

            “Almost done, Karen… honey.”

            She rolled her eyes.  “You’re unbelievable, James.”